I took a long walk today in the sunshine. Listened to music and got stuck in my own head. Which really is my favorite place to be most days.
I'm being haunted by one of my old poems. Search all through the house and old files trying to find it. All I can remember is the line, "There were fortune cookies at the end on the 3am dinner." I think I'll just take that line and start over. My goal of a new poem a week is going slower than I hoped. Hopefully with my new planning period, I'll be able to take that one hour a day to just write.
I want to learn to play the piano. Must find a teacher. And, learn French.
Sometimes, I want too much. I know.
A month from today, I'll be on my way to Nashville. I'm ready to go back.
